What can I say here that provides the incisive dissection of my
inner self, the very nature of my id, the essence of my soul, the
je ne se quoi of ME...

I know. Muppets. Of the Jim Henson kind, not the British stupid
person version.

I'm Kermit - the forever put-upon, last sane man (or frog) in the
room, soft and plush on the outside, forever being trampled by the
Ms Piggies of my life, yet witty, insightful, and industrious, and
the brains of the operation.

I'm Gonzo - the gopher/fixit guy in the group, with a treasure
chest full of odds and ends of various indeterminate origin (but
always useful!) and who's over on the likeable side of weird.

I'm Sam the Eagle - worried about where my country is going, who
all these weirdos are, and (secretly) having the time of my life as
a part of the whole thing.

I'm Beaker - experimenter par excellent, looking for new challenges
daily, yet always aware of exactly how wrong things can go. But,
hey, there's always another experiment tomorrow, even if this one
almost blew up the building!

I'm Rowlf - kind, gregarious, and with a genuine sense of humor
(unlike Fozzie, who's humor is, well, a failure). And someone who
loves a party, though doesn't have to be the center of
attention.

I'm even a bit Waldorf and Stadler - snarky, sarcastic, and the
observer of goings on.

In short, I love people. I like performing. I like challenges, of
the physical or mental sort. And I like to talk. About anything.
Really.

Parties and gatherings - throwing them and (especially) attending
them is a highlight of my life. Not the massive rent-a-warehouse
kind, but the smaller dozen or two kind. Which are more
entertaining, anyway.

And, probably, my best talent is figuring stuff out. I like to
tinker and think, and problems (usually) fascinate me, so I'm a
great person to get involved in some kind of problem. Doesn't
matter much what kind, as puzzles are fun, whether of the physical,
intellectual, moral, metaphysical, or social kind. I'm not Gregory
House, though.